[Goatboy]

It's all an opiate center
Opens up and lets the wind lift him away
He doesn't have to feel no other
It's just a place that feels right with him
Kinda like the way you're breathing
Kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on
Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick

There's a shyness found in reason
Apprehensive influence smuggled away
You seem to be abysmal take it
then your careful grace is sure
Kinda like the way you're breathing
Kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on
Climb a mile six inches at time on Maynard's dick

Took you out in the back of the toolshed
Put it right on top of your forehead
Took you out in the back of the toolshed
Now you know you're fuckin with... Maynard's dick!